i must be a lunatic.
how can i be happy?
when all my entries sum up to be a contribution
a contribution to seemingly indefinite misery
if these typewritten words were to transform
if these very words were done by pen and hand,
they would come to a stack
a stack of hardly pressed marks
a bunch of slightly crumpled sheets
a sight of unpleasantries
a collection to avoid
but i am happy nonetheless
that's why i think i must be psychotic
lock me up i'm a neurotic
but for real? don't!
i won't mind if you did.
but this i'm sure of
that you wouldn't wanna miss
to catch a ray of my slowing bliss